Shy waitress greeted billionaire’s deaf mom — her sign language left everyone shocked Manhattan glowed like warm honey through the windows of Leernard, the kind of place where the maître d’ says your name like a secret and the chandeliers keep their own weather. Anna—shy, steady-handed, invisible by design—threaded the marble aisle with a bottle of Bordeaux that cost more than her rent. Table 12 was a magazine spread come to life: Marcus Blackwood in a charcoal suit that fit like a verdict, and